Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Blossom Toes,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brand Nubian,
The Slits,
Susan Cadogan,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Fugs,
Camouflage,
Sugar Minott,
Oneida,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
The Walker Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
One Last Wish,
Alison Limerick,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Public Enemy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.